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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

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She gripped the armrests of her seat, her book forgotten, as the plane leveled out, her eyes squeezed shut. She smelled Old Spice and masculinity as her aisle buddy, Demetrio Pirozzi she recalled, leaned over and slid the shade on the window down. Then she felt his warmth as he captured her left hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Scared of flying or heights?”
She felt his breath on her cheek when he whispered in her ear. She let out a sarcastic laugh.
“Both, actually.”
She had tried to convey by her tone that she didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to talk, period. She wanted to spend the three hour flight gripping her armrest, squeezing her eyes shut and feeling her heart somewhere in the middle of her stomach.
Demetrio didn’t seem to get the memo. He started yammering about some kind of project his advertising agency was working on for Heritage Airways.
©Blood Lust by Multi-Genre Author DJ Shaw


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